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whole damn—"
     
    Philip had already been reaching for the man’s head before the onslaught. Biting back his anger to the minimum degree that his profession regrettably demanded, he seized the man’s scalp as forcefully as he could later justify if the man actually tried legal action.
     
    He wanted to cause the man discomfort, that much was certain. But the end result stunned him as much as it did his patient.
     
    As soon as Philip’s hand made contact with the man’s forehead, a connection formed that went beyond the mere flesh-to-flesh. It was as if some part, some new part, of Philip reached into the man’s soul and seized it fiercely. Mr. Wright’s breath caught short, his threats drying up like leaves in a drought, and his eyes bulged out. The connection held for a moment, then it began to flow back into Philip ... and it brought part of Mr. Wright with it.
     
    Philip experienced a rush of energy, of potency, that was nearly orgasmic in its intensity. In proportionate riposte, Mr. Wright sagged out of his hands, falling back against the thinly cushioned bed as though he had just finished a marathon — indeed, his heart raced and he panted like a sprinter against the tape.
     
    "Wha— wh— wha ..." was all the crass man had to offer.
     
    Philip looked down at his hands, then clenched them tight. By God, he felt as though he could pick up the man before him and toss him about like a rag doll ... or maybe the whole bed , with Mr. Wright right there on it.
     
    Smiling like a vampire over his victim, Philip considered the patient only briefly before diving back in for seconds.
     
    A few minutes later, Mr. Wright was dead. Philip struggled to contain himself. Only a close examination of the fit of his clothes convinced him that he hadn’t physically grown in size. How could this feeling of strength, of power , possibly be contained within the confines of his fragile body? He looked at Mr. Wright — no telltale sign there of what had really happened. Philip stepped out of the curtain.
     
    "Nurse!" he called to the woman who had first seen the man.
     
    "Yes, Doctor Seymour?" she said with barely hidden distaste.
     
    She’d better watch the way she speaks to me , he thought. They had all better watch it from now on . "This man was injured far worse than it first appeared," he told her. "He just died right in front of me."
     
    "Code Blue—!" the nurse started to call out.
     
    Philip seized her shoulder harshly. "It’s too late for that."
     
    "But Doctor—"
     
    "There are people here who need our attention," he rumbled, "and we can’t waste our time with a lost cause like this one — it’s called ‘triage.’ Are you questioning my medical judgement, nurse ?"
     
    For a moment, he thought she might. Then she said, "No, Doctor Seymour, of course not."
     
    Something in her voice told him that she would be reporting this. He considered moving his hand from her shoulder to the exposed flesh of her neck, then thought better of it. He would deal with all else later — tonight, he needed to make sure that he was by the side of every seriously injured patient who came through the door.
     
    "Good," he said at last. "Take care of him, would you? I have other patients."
     
    It never occurred to Philip Seymour to question how he had suddenly gained this amazing ability. Instead, he decided that, if he could not have money, then maybe there were other kinds of power to be had in this world. And, not caring what the nurse might think, he allowed himself a heartfelt laugh.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

YESTERDAY
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

To All Faculty and Staff:
     
    The following is a report presented to me by Jeffrey Lawrence, one of my 5th grade students. Jeffrey recently returned to class after missing two weeks, courtesy of the chicken pox, and had fallen considerably behind. Rather than force the young man to attempt two weeks’ worth of backed up homework, I offered him the option of